• promise • || • taehyung ff •

Thirteen

**Ding dong**

"Must be Jimin," I said out loud to myself, sliding over to the door in my blue socks. I opened it and saw Kim Taehyung standing there, a dark expression on his face. "Oh my god," I managed to whisper, "Kim Taehyung, what're you doing here?" I asked him. He met my eyes. 

"I - I need to talk to you," he stuttered. I raised an eyebrow, but let him in. This time he was very aware of his actions. He didn't budge from the entrance until I told him to at least come into the kitchen. "I wanted to apologize for spitting on your couch, and for yelling and shouting at you," he said. I was shocked. 

"Seriously? You're apologizing?" I questioned. He nodded. "God dammit, now I have to apologize," Taehyung's mouth lifted in a smile. He smiled. What was happening? 

"Okay, well, I'm sorry too, for yelling and stuff," I said. He chuckled slightly, but his face dropped again. "Can I get you something? Maybe coffee?" I hoped he would understand the joke but he gave no reaction. He was just staring at me. I swallowed, his eyes flitted from my eyes to my neck to the ground. "I'll get you some water," I turned to get a cup but I felt a warm hand envelop my small, cold wrist. I gasped as Taehyung yanked me towards him, my face inches from his. 

I was frozen. I couldn't move. It felt like his dark eyes were staring right into my soul. "You saved me, that night, why?" I mumbled, my voice barely audible. "Why did you do that? People who hate each other aren't supposed to save each other's lives," I said. I was rambling. 

"Are you calling me a sinner?" his voice had gone so deep, I could feel it vibrating through my core. He had both my wrists in his hands now, his grip tight. 

"No," I rasped. He lowered his head slightly, somehow coming even closer to my face. His breath was gentle, it smelled citrusy. "Taehyung,"